[ how unfortunate, that Celtic heroes choose to wear clothes that don't double as handholds. the indignity of it all— how can Diarmuid call himself a knight if he can't even save a civilian from the perils of his own feet?
that said, it isn't difficult for a dead man with lightning reflexes to catch and steady a familiar face. instinct moves him before recognition does, hand to the small of a back and torso half-twisted to steady the weight of another person...
...who just so happens to be a certain Master of a certain Servant he knows. amber eyes widen, and his grip on Waver tightens just a fraction. ]
—Rider's Master.
[ (his name— right, Diarmuid remembers how it'd sounded, clipped between Kayneth's teeth. "Waver Velvet".) ]
...You have a knack for being in the frontlines, I see. [ a wry joke, but not unkind. ]
here he is...!!!!!!! The Best Boy
that said, it isn't difficult for a dead man with lightning reflexes to catch and steady a familiar face. instinct moves him before recognition does, hand to the small of a back and torso half-twisted to steady the weight of another person...
...who just so happens to be a certain Master of a certain Servant he knows. amber eyes widen, and his grip on Waver tightens just a fraction. ]
—Rider's Master.
[ (his name— right, Diarmuid remembers how it'd sounded, clipped between Kayneth's teeth. "Waver Velvet".) ]
...You have a knack for being in the frontlines, I see. [ a wry joke, but not unkind. ]